by Mia Moore
My breath was ragged and fast. “Lick me, fuck me, do anything to me! I need it!” My hand fisted his dark silken hair.
“Ahhh…” His mouth and tongue was on my clit and the vibrator was pushed, hard into my cunt. “Oh God, don’t stop…fuck me hard.” Deep muscles inside me clutched the vibrator in a vise-like grip as the first wave of lust and pleasure rolled through me. He sucked my clit into his mouth and licked it quickly with his tongue, on and on while he pumped me.
He sat back on his haunches, fisting his cock. “You ready?” he said.
I reached into the drawer of my night table and passed him a condom. Again that flash on his face. Sure I was on the pill, but he wasn’t entirely mine, and we had made that agreement at the very start. He slipped it on expertly.
He was on top of me in a moment pumping his hard hot cock into me, his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass. My legs gripped his waist while my fingernails raked his back, lost in wave after wave of pleasure, craving more.
Call me a slut all you want, fucking is bliss. The naked desire radiating from Colin was for me. For. Me. There’s nothing in this world, nothing in this universe that comes close to this. The irony that he’s chasing his own pleasure, his own release, isn’t lost on me; I’m not a moron. But it’s me that he’s up inside. It’s me that is the source of his building ecstasy.
And it’s him that’s the source of mine.
His words were guttural grunts as his cock battered deep into me, fast and furious like a jackhammer. Oh God, another wave of pleasure shot through me, causing my legs to tremble, clinging to him.
That moment—that explosion of release that lasts forever—oh God how I love it! I wasn’t thinking, I was so lost in it as the wave passed over.
As if I threw a switch in him with my climax, his body stiffened, his cock buried to the hilt, becoming even thicker as he came. As he did, he clutched at me, grabbing onto me as he emptied himself.
A few more jerks forward and he was finished.
“Wow. That was hot Baby. If you want anymore, I’m afraid you’ll have to use your vibrator.” His face was above mine, smiling down. “I’ve got to take a shower.” I could feel his arm muscles flex and his cock slid out, glistening with my own juices.
The bliss evaporated, just like that. Just like every other time.
“Help yourself.” I watched him walk to the bathroom and close the door. No surprise there. He wasn’t one for affectionate pillow talk.
I sat up when I heard a cell phone buzz. Mine was still in the living room so it had to be Colin’s. I fished it from his shirt pocket and was about to bring it into the bathroom when I saw it was a text message.
Did the cow get your bail? When are you getting here?
My eyes flashed to the top of the screen to see that someone named Ivy had sent it. I walked back to the bed and sat down before my finger scrolled the screen to other texts. My heart pounding hard in my body felt like it had dropped to my stomach as I read.
This was the woman he had gotten into a bar fight over and been arrested. He had texted her and assured her that ‘the cow’ would come through. Well, he had serviced the cow and was now free to go to her. Fucking asshole.
If I’d had any second thoughts or regrets about my realization, that sure put ice water on that. He was actually whistling in MY shower.
I threw the phone down and stomped out to the kitchen. I turned the cold water tap on and let it run while I grabbed a pot from the drawer in the stove. Shaking my head I scowled at the icy water filling the large pot. February in Black Rapids made for some very cold water coming out of a tap.
When it was done, I turned the tap off and strode through the living room, not caring about the water sloshing onto the hardwood floor. I wouldn’t be living here much longer anyway. The shower was still running when I walked into the steamy bathroom and tore the shower curtain back and dumped the water on him.
He let out a scream like a six year old girl.
The look of shock and awe on his face when I threw the water at him was almost funny. I might have laughed if I wasn’t so pissed off and hurt.
“Get out, NOW!”
“What the fuck? Why’d you do that, you fucking—“
“The police are on the way. I cancelled my bail payment, asshole. Maybe Ivy will make bail for you!” My words hissed through clenched teeth as I held the heavy pot up, ready to hit him.
“You fucking bitch!” He screamed at me and raced out of the room. I watched him throw his shirt on and shimmy his wet legs into his jeans. He picked up his coat and started for the door.
We both jumped at a loud pounding at my apartment door. Colin scurried to the window in my bedroom. The asshole actually thought it was the police! He pushed the curtain back and opened the window, letting frosty winter air and snow fall in.
His hands gripped the sides of the window frame and he jumped up, pulling his body and legs through the opening. The last thing I saw of him was his bare feet before I answered my apartment door.
“Are you okay Jess?” I heard a man’s voice shouting. Dark eyes in the swarthy face of my landlord appeared in front of my head peeking around the edge of the door.
“I’m fine. It was just the TV turned on too loud. Sorry about that. I’ll dial it back” I closed the door and turned around only to see Colin’s black, leather cowboy boots. I bet he missed them right now. I tossed them out of my bedroom window. With a laugh, I turned off the light and went to bed.
Chapter 4: A Mistress?
The day before I left for Hedonism II I called Lori at work and asked her to meet me for coffee after Keith got home from work.
“I can’t, it’s his monthly poker night with the guys. How about you come over after the kids are in bed?”
“Okay, I’ll bring the wine.”
She was silent on the phone for a second. “Wine? Is everything okay?”
I giggled. “Yeah, everything’s great, Lori. I’ll fill you in when I get there.”
That evening I pulled into her driveway. She and Keith lived in a townhouse that was built about thirty years ago. It was a nice starter home, but the neighborhood was starting to slide. A lot of the other houses in the development were now being rented out, and so the front yards weren’t nearly as pretty as hers. When you rent, you really don’t spend any money prettying up the outside. She had nice enough neighbors on either side—rental or not, everyone in the sub division was a working stiff. They just wanted to raise their munchkins and live their lives.
Lori had said she wanted to move into a bigger place, one with a bigger back yard and more space between her and her neighbors. She was finding the teenagers next door were getting into playing their music way too loud, too late at night. But with her kids now in elementary school, they were putting a chunk away each month for their college funds and so that wasn’t in the cards.
I smiled to myself. Mr. Donahue was going to be getting in touch with her next month about an ‘anonymous donor’ who had set up trust funds for educational purposes for them. Standing at the front door, I noticed that Keith was going to have to put a coat of paint on it before they put it up for sale. Feeling like an undercover Fairy Godmother I rang the bell.
Lori opened the door in no time flat. Her eyes went wide when I held up the two bottles of Champagne. Real Champagne from France, not the ‘sparkling wine’ knockoffs from every place else.
“Special occasion?” she asked, taking the bottles as I stepped in and hung up my coat and took off my boots. “Hey, this stuff’s expensive, Jess! Dom Perignon?”
I waved my hand. “No, I got a deal on them. We’ll kill one bottle, and you and Keith can save the other for a special occasion.” I took a look at her as I slipped off my boots. “And there’s got to be some sort of special occasion coming up or something, looking at the way you’re done up on a week night.” It was true. She had some makeup on, not a lot, but enough to make her face brighter. Her lipstick and nails were the same shade. Okay, she was just w
She headed into the kitchen. “I got into the habit on vacation of looking nice for our evenings together. Keith really liked it, so I just kept it up. After I put the kids to bed, it just takes five minutes to put on something nice.” She bobbed her eyebrows at me. “Especially when he’s out with the boys. I want him to know what he’s coming home to.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “You can’t tell because the shirt hangs so low, but these stretch pants are crotchless!”
“Lori!” I put my hand over my mouth. “You’re starting to sound like me!”
She had unscrewed the wire retainer on the cork and was working the cork out with a dishtowel over it. “Just keeping the home fires burning brightly, Jess! Now what’s,” she let the cork out with that distinctive pop sound, “the special occasion?”
I had gotten two glasses from the cupboard and had them on the kitchen table. I waited until Lori filled them. I lifted one and toasted her. “I’m taking a lesson from your playbook. I’m going to spend a week at Hedonism. I leave tomorrow.”
She put her fingers around her glass. “Is Colin going with you?”
“No. He’s history. I’m going down there alone.”
“Well, here’s to history!” She lifted her glass and we did the clink and drink.
We both sat at the table in the kitchen. The house was too small for a separate dining room. For now.
“It’s pretty expensive though, how’d you manage to put the money together?” she asked.
“Oh that. I got a decent tax refund, and decided to splurge after seeing how great a time you had.” Okay, half fib, but the other half absolutely true. I sat back in my chair. “Got any advice?”
“You never take my advice!” she said it with a smile though.
“Maybe, but I always hear you out.”
She nodded at that, drained her glass and refilled both of ours. Her brows knitted, and she was silent for a bit. She looked up at me and smiled. “I think you’re going to have a wonderful time.”
“Oh?” That sounded good. “Why so?”
“A bunch of reasons. You’ve always had a… uhhh… ‘open mind’ about sex.” She looked off into the distance and got silent for a moment.
Uh oh… is this going to be a ‘slut shame’ session? I felt my defenses rise, but I was going to go easy on her. “I enjoy it. A lot. And I’m not ashamed of that.”
Still looking away, she nodded slowly. “Sex is pleasurable, and it’s fun, and if no one gets hurt, what’s the problem, right?”
“Yeess…” I’ve said that phrase so many times I should get a tattoo of it. “What’s your point?”
With a soft smile, she nodded. “My point is you’re right. You’ve always been right. That’s what I discovered down there.” Her smile broadened. “Keith and I, we’ve had nothing but wicked sex since our vacation.” She tapped the table with one of her fingernails. “The sex brought us closer, for sure… but the sex is awesome just by itself.” She raised her arms. “Look at me! I’m happier, and more confident about myself than I’ve ever been! And it all started for me down there.”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t expecting this from you, hon. I thought you were going to get all mother hen on me.”
“Don’t need to.” She drained her second glass and let out a soft belch and giggled. “I love how Champagne tickles my nose when I burp!” Refilling her glass, she looked over at me. “In a certain way, you’re going to be on a pedestal down there you know.”
“Yeah, I saw that online—a ‘Unicorn’ or something.” I took a sip. “Easy lay, everyone take a turn.”
“If that’s what you decide you want, sure.” Now Mother Hen started the finger wag. “But—and make no mistake—you will be treated with respect and consideration like you never had before. From the men and the women if you get together with a couple.”
“A couple? Aren’t there just single guys down there? I don’t know about a couple, Lori. I mean… I’d be expected to…”
“Do something with the wife?”
I nodded.
“Don’t knock it until you tried it, girlfriend!” she laughed.
“You mean… you…” I knew my face was all gobsmacked. “Lori!”
She drew her finger across her lips. “Mum’s the word.” She batted her eyelashes at me. “I’m not saying a word about that.” Then she grinned. “The point is though, if you don’t want to do that, that’s fine too. You have to understand the lack of pressure down there. It makes it easier to do just what you want.”
“So, I just want to parade around totally naked and masturbate watching other people…”
“MmmHmm…”
“Or if I want to give a blow job and get fucked on a beach in broad daylight…?”
“MmmHmm…”
This was starting to get me warmed up. I could feel that flutter in my belly that was going lower and lower.
“Or if I want to have two guys at once…”
“MmmHmmm…”
Oh shit, this was turning me on. I grabbed the bottle and took a slug from it. “Or if if I want to get gang banged…”
“MmmHmmm…”
I looked down and felt my cheeks begin to warm. “If I wanted to try.. ummm… anal…?”
“Or double penetration…”
Oh God… I sat back in my chair and began to wave my hands in front of my face. “It’s getting hot in here.” We both burst out laughing.
She leaned over to me. “The only warning that I’d offer you Jess is to just keep in mind that it’s all NSA sex, okay?”
“NSA? As in National Security Agency? What—they got the place bugged?” Images of James Bond types in some control room watching orgies live from satellites and jerking off to the porn flashed in my head and I giggled.
“I mean No Strings Attached. You’ll become friends with the people you meet and hook up with down there, yes. But just don’t expect to ‘meet a guy’ if you know what I mean. It’s Swinging, not a singles place.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m not expecting that. Don’t worry; a torrid one week affair with a bunch of guys is right up my alley.”
“Okay. If anything… well…”
“What?”
“Look, you’re a… a zesty woman, Jess. Some guy might fall for you down there, okay?”
“And the problem with that is…”
“But it’s in an environment that’s kind of NSA.” She sighed. “I’m just worried you come back and you’re some guy’s mistress or something. I can see some rich guy falling for you, but not wanting to fully commit or something. He offers to set you up, and looks after you.”
“Like in some cheap romance novel.”
“Yeah. I don’t mind you having a strong sex drive, I just don’t want you to become a kept woman.”
Like that would happen. I crossed my heart. “I promise, Lori, that won’t happen. I won’t go become some guy’s mistress.”
“I didn’t think so. But Jess, some of the people that go there are pretty well off, okay? Not like the kind of people you run into at your job.”
Wheels started turning in my head. “But… what’s so wrong about being a kept woman anyway?”
“I think you can do better than that.” She shook her head and waved her hands. “Forget it! I don’t know what I’m talking about, to tell the truth. I only brought it up because that’s the only down side I can see from you going to Hedonism.”
“That I come back a kept woman.”
“Yeah. And you leave Black Rapids. And not for a better life maybe…”
“Don’t worry about it then. I haven’t left yet, have I?”
“No. But…”
“And I already promised. ‘Mistress’ isn’t on my to do list down there, okay?”
“Okay.”
She showed me some pics she and Keith took down there and gave me some tips about the place that I didn’t pick up from the online sites. Glancing at the clock, she mentioned that Keith was due home soon. I took the hint and left.
For the rest of the evening, and in bed later, my head was swimming. With scenes straight out of a porn movie, with me as the star. I did some research on anal sex online. I hadn’t tried that yet, and wanted to find out about it before heading down there. Who knows what could happen?
In bed I laughed out loud though. Lori was worried about me becoming some guy’s mistress. I toyed with the concept for a while.
Let’s see. A paid for apartment, a weekly or monthly allowance. Be at the beck and call for evenings out and sex on demand. Get in shape and stay in shape so that you make your partner preen with you on their arm. Stay up on current events or on stuff that make for interesting conversation. Maybe become a decent cook—after all going out to dinner all the time could get boring. Maybe go back to school? Can’t have a regular job with all the other duties, after all. Hmmm…
Mistress? Screw that. I’m going to get me a Mister-ess!
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